A Girl I Know

The start of a bright, sunny day,
falls with terror screaming from lung,
the tale of a girl that seems OK,
is actually a song that is unsung.

It begins at a house not far from town,
the story of life without much sound,
because dominance of people kill the taste,
of freedom that should come with much haste.

She could not take this pain much longer,
her Savior, a boy, could not be there,
so matters turn worse and become even stronger,
this blade in her hand seems only to care.

She wonders what to take the pain out on,
her wrist beckons the blood to flow,
or should she turn the blade on them?
To spill their lives head to toe?

Her patience wears thin with each second,
Could she wait that long to be saved?
She takes the blade and stabs her veins,
As the liquid dripped and left a stain.

She dropped to her knees as she bled,
Trembling, she stared at them and said,
"What have you done to kill me so?,
You put things upon me that I couldn't bestow."
She felt her life slip through their hands,
As they tried to regain control of it,
But she knew help could not stop,
The darkness of the freedom pit.